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Reblog if your muse suffers from PTSD (severe or more mild, or even C-PTSD).
It is good to make your followers aware, because a muse having PTSD heavily influences the character and how they react and interact.
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Put My Muse In An Alternate Universe
Here are a few general AUs to choose from! Some of these AUs may be 18+ or better suited to specific muses, and some AUs may require a little discussion between partners to work out the details! If you're sent, say, a royalty au prompt to your royal muse, consider something like changing the status of their royalty or revoking their royal status.
Add 📖 (or "Book") for me to write a short ficlet with it. Send AU🎲 (or "AU Randomizer") and I'll create a starter from The Wheel! AU options otherwise under the cut!
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if you’re open to requests/just an idea maybe some touch starved prompts?
touch-starved prompts—for when they ache, but don't know how to ask. adjust phrasing as necessary. feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post <3 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips.
“you can… hold me. if you want.” “i’ve been waiting for you to say that.”
character a flinching instinctively, only to melt the second character b gently cups their face and says, “you’re safe now. you don’t have to pull away.”
“do you want me to keep touching you?” a nod. eyes closed. they don’t trust their voice.
tracing invisible shapes on their palm, the kind you used to draw when you were kids. “i remembered you liked this. i didn’t forget.”
arms around their waist from behind — “i don’t want you to think you have to be strong all the time.”
brushing their knuckles over a scar you didn’t know they had. “does it still hurt?” “not when you do that.”
falling asleep with your head on their chest, hearing their heartbeat steady for the first time in forever.
“you’re shaking.” “i haven’t been held in a long time.”
hugging them like you’re afraid they’ll disappear. and them hugging back harder.
“i know i don’t say it often but... i miss being close to you.”
they hesitate before leaning into your hand — then cling to it like they’ll fall apart without it.
“can you just… stay like this?” the words are small. the need is loud.
letting them cry silently into your hoodie, not asking questions. just staying. just being there.
you offer your hand. they stare at it like it’s the sun. like they forgot warmth existed.
“i’m scared.” “me too. but you don’t have to be alone this time.”
“you can… hold me. if you want.” “i’ve been waiting for you to say that.”
they flinch at first—then lean into the touch. “you’re safe now. you don’t have to pull away.”
“do you want me to keep touching you?” a slow nod. no words. just need.
tracing tiny shapes into their palm like you used to. “i remembered you liked this.”
arms wrapped around their waist from behind. “you don’t always have to be strong.”
brushing knuckles over a scar. “does it still hurt?” “not when you do that.”
resting your head on their chest, letting the silence speak.
“you’re shaking.” “i haven’t been held in a long time.”
hugging like the world is ending—and maybe it is.
“i know i don’t say it often but... i miss being close to you.”
they hesitate—then cling to your hand like it’s oxygen.
“can you just… stay like this?” (the words are small. the need is loud.)
letting them cry into your hoodie, no questions asked. just warmth. just presence.
offering your hand. they look at it like they forgot what warmth felt like.
“i’m scared.” “me too. but we don’t have to be alone anymore.”
( a collection of ROMANTASY dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse.
"You wished for a happy ending," he said, brushing a silver coin across his knuckles. "But you never specified whose."
"They told me you were dead." “They always say that about people who escape.”
"Don’t trust her smiles. She only wears them when she’s hiding blood on her hands."
"Magic is a debt, not a gift. You’ve already paid in pieces of yourself... you just haven’t noticed which ones."
"You can kiss me," she said, the corner of her mouth trembling. "But it won’t make you forget her." "No," he whispered, "but it might make me wish I could."
"I wasn’t born to be anyone’s tragedy." “No. You were made to be their punishment.”
"The stars are liars," he said, throwing the constellation map into the fire. "They promised me you’d love me back."
"He’s not a villain," she whispered. "That’s what makes him dangerous," the masked girl replied.
"Tell me you’re not in love with her." "I’m not," he lied, and the chandelier above them cracked.
"If you walk through that door, your name will be forgotten." "Good," she said. "Then I can finally become someone worth remembering."
"This dress is stitched with memories. Are you sure you want to wear it to a funeral?" "Whose funeral?" "Yours, if you're not careful."
"You cannot steal fate," he said, voice rough as midnight wind. "I’m not stealing it," she replied. "I’m rewriting it."
"He kissed me like he was trying to erase a prophecy." "And did it work?" "No. But I stopped caring what the prophecy said."
"The last girl who made a wish like that turned into a star." "That doesn’t sound so bad." "She burned for a hundred years before anyone noticed."
"You only love me because of the curse." "Then curse me again. I’d rather be damned with you than free without you."
( a collection of ROMANTASY dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse.
“You offered me a wish, but you didn’t say it would cost my heart.” “Oh, darling, nothing worth having comes without a price. And I always collect.” “Then why does it feel like you’re the one losing something tonight?”
“The Gods don’t speak to mortals anymore… unless you’ve done something to anger them.” “I didn’t anger them. I stole from them.” “Then why are you still breathing?” “Because they want me to finish what I started.”
“You shouldn’t be here. This dance belongs to those who’ve already lost everything.” “Then I fit right in, don’t I? Or do you think my heart’s still whole?” “I think your heart’s a puzzle, and I’m the fool who wants to solve it.”
“Swear you’ll never lie to me, not even to save my life.” “I can’t promise that. Lies are the only thing keeping us alive.” “Then promise me this: when you break my heart, make it quick.”
“This game isn’t like the previous one. If you lose, there’s no waking up.” “And if I win?” “You get to ask me one question. But be warned—I always answer with the truth you don’t want to hear.”
“You kissed me like you were saying goodbye.” “Maybe I was. This garden doesn’t let anyone leave unchanged.” “Then why do I still want to stay with you, even if it kills me?”
“You told me you’d never choose her over me.” “I didn’t choose her. I chose the world we’re trying to save.” “And what about the world inside me? Does that mean nothing to you?”
“They say you’re cursed to love someone who can never love you back.” “Then why are you still here, staring at me like I’m your salvation?” “Because I’m reckless enough to believe I can break your curse.”
“You can’t keep running from what you feel.” “I’m not running from my feelings. I’m running from what they’ll do to you.” “Then let them destroy me. I’d rather burn with you than freeze alone.”
“This is your last chance to walk away from the game.” “I stopped playing games the moment I saw you bleed for me.” “Then why do I feel like you’re still hiding the winning card?”
( a collection of too close for 'just friends' prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse.
They’ve always hugged, but lately those hugs linger just a beat too long.
Sharing a bed during a trip—neither of them sleeps much because they’re too aware of the other’s presence.
Accidentally slipping into couple habits (buying each other food, remembering their exact coffee order, fixing their collar, etc.).
Friends teasing them for acting like a couple… and both of them freezing because it hits a little too close.
One notices the other’s dating profile and feels irrationally territorial.
The line between “friendly banter” and “flirting” has gotten blurry.
A partner/bystander points it out bluntly: “You know they’re in love with you, right?”
A fight about boundaries—because one of them wants more, but is terrified of losing the friendship.
A drunken kiss that neither of them can stop thinking about.
Everyone else assumes they’re together already… and they can’t quite correct them.
“Do you have any idea what it does to me when you look at me like that?”
“You’re supposed to be my safe place, not the reason my chest feels like it’s going to explode.”
“We can’t—God, we can’t cross that line.”
“Say it. Say you don’t feel it too, and I’ll drop it.”
“You don’t get to touch me like that and still call it friendship.”
“Stop smiling at me like I’m yours.”
“If this is just friendship, then why can’t I breathe when you’re this close?”
“You’re going to ruin me, and you don’t even know it.”
“One more second like this, and I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”
“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll believe you.”
“Don’t kiss me like that and pretend it means nothing.”
“We’re not supposed to do this. We’re not supposed to feel this.”
“I’d rather lose my mind than lose you, and right now I think I’m losing both.”
“Do you want me to beg? Is that what this is?”
“If we cross this line, nothing will ever be the same. And God help me, I still want to.”
“If you keep touching me like that, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Friends don’t ache when the other leaves the room. So what does that make us?”
“Tell me to go, and I will. Please—say something before I do something we can’t take back.”
“Don’t call me your best friend when you’re looking at me like I’m more.”
“If this is nothing, then why does it feel like everything?”
“You don’t get it, do you? Every time you smile at me, it feels like a promise.”
“You’re in my head all the time, and it’s killing me. Friends aren’t supposed to feel like this.”
“If we cross this line, you’re not just my friend anymore. You’re my downfall.”
“You’re standing too close.”
“Do you even know what you’re doing to me right now?”
“Stop making me want something I can’t have.”
“I can’t lose you to this, but God, I can’t stop wanting you either.”
“You’re looking at me weird.”
“That wasn’t a… friendly thing to say.”
“Do you always stand this close?”
“Why does it feel different when it’s you?”
“You’re supposed to be my best friend, not the one making my heart race.”
“That… didn’t sound like a joke.”
“Stop holding me like that. Friends don’t hold each other like that.”
“Do you even realize how you’re looking at me right now?”
“Don’t call me yours. You don’t mean it.”
“I can’t breathe when you touch me like that.”
“Say we’re still just friends. Lie to me.”
“We’re not supposed to want this.”
“If this is nothing, then why does it feel like everything?”
“One more second and I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”
“Every time you laugh, I forget we’re not allowed to be more.”
“Tell me you don’t feel it. Please. Tell me I’m imagining this.”
“You can’t just kiss me and act like it means nothing.”
“I’m trying so hard not to want you, and you’re making it impossible.”
“If you keep looking at me like that, I swear I’ll ruin everything.”
“Tell me to go, or I’m not going to.”
“You’re mine. God help me, I don’t care what we call it—you’re mine.”
“I’d rather destroy this friendship than pretend I don’t want you anymore.”
“Do you want me to beg? Because I will.”
“We’ve already crossed the line. The second I realized I loved you, we did.”
“Stop staring at me like that. You’re my best friend.”
“You can’t just… say stuff like that. We’re supposed to be friends.”
“Friends don’t make my heart do backflips when they smile.”
“Why does it feel like I’m cheating when you go on dates?”
“Don’t hold my hand if you don’t mean it.”
“We’ve been friends for years, so why does it suddenly feel different?”
“Don’t kiss me like that if you’re going to pretend it didn’t happen.”
“You’re supposed to be the one I tell about my crush, not be the crush.”
“That’s not a friendly kind of jealousy.”
“If we’re just friends, then why do I feel like you’re mine?”
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I should really edit and add to Iris' muse page a bit.
What folklore monster are you descended from?
Werewolf
There is a fire in your lineage that refuses to dim, no matter how tightly you try to cage it. The wolf in your blood is not chaos for its own sake — it is fierce devotion, the kind that scars. Your emotions arrive like a hunt: fast, merciless, and impossible to ignore. Anger is your warning signal, passion your battle cry, and beneath it all lies a bone-deep instinct to protect what is yours, even at the cost of yourself. But this heritage carries a shadow. You fear the moment your strength becomes too much — when your voice becomes a snarl, when your courage turns reckless, when your love becomes something sharp. Loyalty, for you, is a brutal thing: a pact forged through fire, blood, and survival, not soft sentiment. You were never meant to be lukewarm. You were meant to burn, to guard, to challenge, to ache. Your greatest danger and your greatest power are the same — the wild, ungovernable heart beating in your chest.
Iris doesn't know how to handle affection. Girl is more used to violence than tenderness.
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Iris is a big fan of lotion, mainly to help her hands after each time she works on an alchemical endeavor. She works with a lot of chemicals and ingredients that are harsh on skin, if not downright toxic or acidic.
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